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... om, I closed the door softly behind me, pressing my back to it. My heart was still beating faster than usual.
In my hand, I still held the small paper bag — inside, the half-eaten bun and the empty yoghurt cup.
I set them down on my dresser, staring at them like they might vanish.
Zenon had told me to take them. His words, though delivered in that same cold tone, had felt strangely... human.
A part of me wanted to read more into it. However, the other part whisper ...
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